"You're sleepy."

"You're very hungry."

"You're thirsty."

"You're sore all over."

"You have weak limbs."

Whenever Anmore said something, Thrall would involuntarily react.

Although he kept telling himself in his heart that this was all illusion and a slap method of self-defeat, his body was still weakening little by little.

Dry cough, hunger, sleepiness, and various physical feelings even began to make him feel slight self-deprecating, but fortunately he was suppressed by his strong self-control.

No matter how much I think about it, it will never really affect his actions, because his will is like a perfect orc, as firm as steel.

Seeing that Sal was affected by Anmore, Fransni immediately rushed up and let her negative side linger on Sal.

This is undoubtedly a worse situation.

Loniti once again walked out of time, and a dagger was inserted into Thrall's thigh, and the totem pole in Thrall's hand had just moved to the waist.

He overestimated his body, but his solid body was not as tenacious as his will, and at least he had begun to ignore his orders.

"Are you old? Orc Chief!"

Loniti jumped out of the long river of time, looking at Thrall, who was breathing slightly, and sarcastically sarcastically.

Thrall shook his head slowly, forced himself to stand up straight, and then waved his hand to nail the four totems beside him.

"Maybe I'm about to grow old, but I'm still very young now, and at least I can twist the dragon's head off."

"Then I'm looking forward to your performance!"

Loniti said coldly, and rushed towards Thrall.

A long sword composed of ice but like flowing water appeared in Loniti's hands, and it was instantly covered with a disgusting dark red and a confusing gray luster.

The power of Anmore and Fransni is definitely a very headache-inducing existence. The former Loniti was also extremely embarrassed by the two of them.

But now they have become the help of Loniti, but the energy in their bodies is no longer afraid of Loniti.

Because it belongs to her.

The long sword slashed across Thrall's shoulder, leaving a wound that would not heal.

Phylancen's disgusting energy prevented the wound from healing, and Anmore's energy further strengthened the symptoms on Thrall.

But Loniti left a wound on Thrall's body, but Thrall also left a scorch mark on Loniti's back.

To be honest, it hurts a little when it is roasted by fire.

Loniti made some air conditioning to freeze her wounds. Although this was a bit bad for the wound, it still needed to solve it in this way.

The flame on the totem is not ordinary, and even extreme cold is needed to temporarily suppress the severe pain.

But Saul was not feeling well. The purple ice crystal on his arm was still tightly absorbed, and the wound was constantly feeling unbearable.

If you move your arms slightly, you will hurt!

But Thrall twisted his arm, then paused for a brief moment and continued to twist.

This orc, he plans to solve the wound on his shoulder in the simplest and most orcous way, that is, to adapt to the wound through movement.

This situation was only seen in the violent orcs on the battlefield many years ago, but Thrall could not be called violent orcs both inside and outside.

But he has stronger perseverance.

The flames suddenly rose, and the strong wind rolled up the flames, and the doomsday tornado swept across all directions with Thrall as the center.

Loniti's face froze and pulled the three of Yaschia into the long river of time as quickly as possible.

Even so, she was still burned to the corner of her clothes by the flames.

The flame slowly went out, and Loniti reappeared when the air temperature almost dropped.

She changed into a new piece of clothing, because the one just now had burned out, and the flame could only be suppressed for a short time even the extreme cold.

It's a magical tool after all!

However, after experiencing such a combination technique, the two totems also seemed a little dim, and it took a lot of energy at first glance.

But Thrall has four totems!

Even if the flames and wind are exhausted, the earth and ice are still waiting for her.

And myself...

After wiping the blood slowly flowing from the corner of his mouth, Loniti had to admit that it was a bit too much to pull the three of them into the long river of time.

The past and future self summoned by other eternal dragons are eternal dragons. If you want to enter the long river of time, you will enter. However, although these three guys were summoned by themselves, they have no eternal dragon bloodline at all.

In order to protect the three of them, Loniti was seriously injured.

"Do you still want to continue fighting? The Eternal Dragon Queen?"

Thrall asked softly, and the four totems slowly floated into the air, as if as long as Roniti answered yes or nodded, she would immediately control the four totems to launch a terrifying attack.

But Loniti neither said yes nor nodded, but answered something Thrall didn't expect.

"Actually I'm not the Eternal Dragon Queen."

Thrall was a little stunned by this answer. He didn't think it was a good idea to say something like "actually I'm a good person" at this time.

But he still plans to waste time by a good person when he has the upper hand.

"You are not the Eternal Dragon Queen, so who is?"

"The Eternal Dragon has no queen, only one Eternal Dragon King. No matter what others call him, I actually prefer to call him... the Lord of Eternal."

What Loniti said made Sar unable to react because it should have been a 100% lie that corresponded to their intelligence, but he did not see any hypocrisy on Loniti's face.

Or maybe the Eternal Dragon Queen has long been used to lying, but he always feels in his heart... this is not a lie.

"It's shocking, right, I was shocked when I first found out."

Loniti smiled and pointed at her head.

"There are many sealed memories here, and I don't even remember them."

"What do you want to express?"

Thrall looked at Loniti, his eyes full of vigilance.

He really didn't know what the purpose of Lorniti told him was that he planned to set a shadow on himself and make him afraid?

But I am an orc, even if I am an orc leader, but I am also an orc. How could I think about those things before I take action?

Moreover, the credibility of these words is too low, and I will not believe half of them before making rigorous confirmation.

"What are I doing when I say this? Could it be that I am planning to scare you? Oh! I remembered it! I am planning to delay time!"

Loniti smiled at Sar, then moved away from her body and revealed the person behind her.

"Hello, Chief Orc."

Heng's appearance started with a breath of dragon breath.
Chapter completed!